I just made my way to Buffalo from Rochester and stumbled my way into a poetry reading group. Perhaps sitting and writing on my computer instead of sitting and listening to poetry may be less than polite?
Sometimes I am amazed at my disorganization - the majority of my trip home is not planned. I do not have a roof arranged for tomorrow night. Past versions of me could not have handled this. The new version of me finds pleasure in this little thrill of the unknown.
Photo by Edward Badham and Vassanta of Birmingham, Alabama.